magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

went and saw elliott smith tonight. i don't own any of his albums, but i had liked the songs i'd heard on the radio, and last year he was nominated for an oscar for best song from a movie, and they had all the nominees perform during the awards show, and they were all huge numbers with an orchestra and dancers and fog machines and all that. and elliott smith comes out by himself, with his guitar and his beck haircut, and sits down in the middle of this big empty stage and plays his song. i thought that was pretty cool. so i went to go see him tonight. and it was a pretty good show.

stopped by the supermarket on the way home to pick up something to drink, and of course it never fails that the line i get in will have some complete crackhead holding things up. tonight was no exception. there may be more to the story that i wasn't privy to, but from where i came in, it looked something like this: there's this kinda disheveled, professorial-looking, middle-aged guy trying to buy a 42 cent snickers bar with his debit card, and the charge isn't being accepted. it looked like he had tried four or five times and had even called over a manager to take a look. finally convinced that it just wasn't going to go through, he pulls a dollar bill out of his pocket to pay for it.